Because few things feel as awesome as spending a shit ton of money -

- I have paid off all of my student loans.

- I spent a grotesque amount today at Target, on what you ask? a mothafuckin Dyson, y'all.

- I'm not quite done yet. My next tattoo should commence towards the end of September, I am off to san fran in a week, always pricey but I think I can play it cheap outside of lodging.

Spent this weekend with my globe trotting friend from college (we had the best lunch I have ever had in my own home consisting of oysters and champagne among other things, suprisingly an affordable afternoon), we began the planning for a South East Asia extravaganza, hopefully for sometime in 2010.

Is there a point where retail therapy ceases to be effective?

Should I be concerned?

I don't think so.

And now to see if I can't convince rufus to let me dyson his ass from head to tail. Otherwise, I'll just follow him and collect the hair as he runs away from the all terrifying beast.